T is for Train Depots

 

Shrill whistles, clattering tracks, rhythmic rolling cars … imagine the train depot as it used to be.

I have wonderful memories of feeling the approaching train before hearing the whistle or seeing the blinding light.

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I have seen the mail bag tossed and caught, have seen the stationmaster extend notes to the engineer, watched as a working man’s arm reached from the window, catching the note, but never the hook.

As a child, I tried to push the heavy baggage trolleys on their iron wheels across uneven planks. I’ve ridden in steam trains and diesel trains, looked from the uppermost windows of a caboose, and I have stood probably too near the track as freight trains thundered past, feeling a surge of terror and excitement and longing to travel as fast, as far into the unknown.

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3 Comments

  1. My Dad LOVED trains, and he would have loved your photos and memories. Thank you for this glimpse that allowed me to reconnect with the memory of my father.

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  2. I love your photos and your memories. I’ve ridden commuter trains and subways, but I haven’t had the same experiences of seeing mail bags or standing close to a freight train. Nice post.

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